some cockroach poetry from cokcraco

IMBRASE KONTRADIKSHUN
I
I am
I am against
I am against kontradikshun
I am against those who are against kontradikshun
I am against those who are against those who are
against kontradikshun
I am against
I am
I

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Am Eye white? Am Eye black?
Eye wear meye face backwards.
No one judges me by meye skin colour;
Sizwe is not meye name, because no shell can be me
Eye cannot be freed unless you
listen, read, open the door
And let me out.
Eye will not exist unless you imagine me.
Create me.
Mould me into existence with the
clay of your ‘I’magination.
– Sizwe Bantu, ‘Me, Myself, Eye’ in
The Five AfriKan Senses (2009)

 

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‘The Afrikan I’
The Internet Is the solution to the spIrItual dIscomfort
we feel In a materIal voId. Here I am pure voIce, I can speak
wIth my cartesIan self, my dIsembodIed conscIousness wIthout
havIng to use vocal cords or accent or other blemIshes. No one
judges me by my skIn colour, gesture, habIt, nervous tIcs, sex,
century, but only by my thoughts, my pure mInd, my Idea, my true
“I” of ImagInatIon, Impulse, InstInct, IntuItIon and IndIvIdualIty …
The mInd’s “I”, the true“I” of sIzwe, whIch Is not my name,
because no shell can be ME—the nameless wordless “I”. I am a
novelIst because the novel Is pure “I” conscIousness.
Yet who am I wIthout my rainbow skIn, my hIstory, my tradItIon?
Whose I am I? BIll Gates’s voIce In AmerIkan chatspeak?3
No, to be AfrIkan means to rIp out the I’s of Korporate KonsumerIsm
So close your Is: None but ourselves can free our mInd’s I.

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